Todos os capítulos de Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book Two : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Continued: Sven turns back to rejoin Bianca and me by the bed, and as I stand, I peep out the small window to my right. My heart races as my eyes dart across the street below, searching frantically for a way to get Bianca down and into another building safely, away from the danger lurking just beyond that door. Each hotel looks inviting, but just as with this one, its buildings are tall and overtly open. "Not going to answer the door, Niko?" Densel's voice booms, dripping with mockery. I can almost envision the twisted grin on his face as he twirls his gun, the metallic glint reflecting the darkness of his intentions. The threat is unmistakable, hanging in the air like a storm cloud, and I brace myself for what comes next. Laying on the floor, hoping to crawl out of sight to the balcony door, I move precariously. Climbing the wall, with my back flat against it, I extend my hand toward the door, carefully a unlatching it to avoid making a sound that might alert anyone nearby. As

Bianca’s This is my fight, and I'll be damned if either of these two takes my bullet when it's me who knew I always belonged to them. "Bee! BEE!" Niko hisses at me as tears stream down my face. The wet, hot hurt that he wants to die for little old me makes my internal hate turn with apprehension. "No," he finally says into my ear, his hands around my waist as I'm lifted from the floor. "You must act accordingly; how else will I get you out of here?" "You're not," I almost but shout. "Shh! You will get out of here. We need time, and I need to bargain with him." "There's no room for negotiation with the Densels, Niko. They are a savage, and they think they own me. The simplest course of action may be to walk out there and surrender. It will end this now, and you won't get hurt, Niko." "You're my wife, not his," he declares with unwavering conviction, his voice charged with a fierce jealousy that cannot be ignored. "I won't stand idly by and let anyone take what is rightfull

Continued: Yet I had two seconds to make a choice, two seconds that could give us a few minutes of salvation to escape to safety in the alley could provide and I was damn well going to chase that reality even if that meant Sven was the only one to get out of this alive with Bianca. My death was inevitable in my line of work, and I had to be okay with that even if that untimely manner hit me today. "Come on, Densel. We all know touching one's wife is against the very grain of being in the mafia. The papers are signed, her name changed, and our marriage is well and truly consummated. She belongs to me now." The words burn my throat, and a lack of endearment is laced within my words, but they are for Densel and not Bianca, and that's my typical ammo. I've never let emotions rule me, and right now, that's an imperative rule I need to obtain if I want to keep just how dear Bianca has come to me. He chuckled dryly, the humour evident on his face, his head tipped back on the wall,

Continued: "What you did up there—." "Anyone would have stopped you from walking out there," Bianca overtalks me. "No, Bee. Only someone that l—." "Anyone would have saved you, Niko." "Thank you." I tried another avenue, but even those words seemed to hit her like a blade. "You're welcome. We need to move; staying in one place is likely to kill us," she tugs on my hand. "Promise me something, Bee?" I pull her back when she slips away to move in Sven's direction. "Let's walk," she moves, our arms outstretched as I remain still. "Don't protect me again. I'm your husband; it's my job to—." "No, Niko. You're my husband. Which is exactly why I would put my life on the line for you. We're a team, or did these last few days teach you nothing?" she spits angrily. "I've never had to work with someone I hold so dear before," I admit sheepishly. She snorts, laughing ironically at the blatant lie that just left my lips, or so she thinks. But the truth is I've never wanted

Continued: "Don't push me away," he demands, a fierce intensity behind his eyes, ignoring my little spill of why it's hard to be a daughter in this life. That only brings me to his life, and I realise he wasn't treated in the same manner as, say, Luca was. And for a moment, I realise how pigheaded I'm being. Niko does know what it's like to be used; he's been used by everyone around him his whole life. "Then stop. Please," I plead, my voice trembling as the weight of my words hangs heavily in the air. It's honestly not Niko I'm begging; it's myself because of all times, my mind chooses now to allow images to run unbidden in my mind of that night when my father delivered me, signed and sealed my fate before me and then had the audacity to watch my rape as if it were a sitcom as his youngest child was being mutilated. The sound of my voice begging for a choice in a shitty situation has me recoiling from myself in disgust. I should have remained silent, taken what he did and he